Free Untouched: 2 (Rough Boys) by Em Petrova Page B

on Monday without even a glimpse of Mason. Disappointment still echoed in her heart. Was he avoiding her? It wasn’t unusual for him to be out in the woods working before she arrived for her day, but still…confusion filled her.
    The morning sun clung to the frost defining the tree branches. Another day. Another chance.
    She approached the door of the forestry office, carefully placing her feet so she didn’t slip. Where was Mason? It was unlike him to neglect the sidewalk. And the driveway had been closed off with snow. Her little car had barely made it.
    She reached for the door handle when suddenly it was whipped open. She gasped and jumped back a little. Then laughed at herself because it was only Mason.
    Mason looking ruggedly appetizing in a black knit ski cap, plaid shirt and leather gloves. She sucked in a sharp breath. Her gaze lingered on his big hands. The leather stretched deliciously over his knuckles. She longed to feel them on her.
    She shivered.
    Reaching out, he wrapped his hand around her forearm and yanked her inside. “You’re cold.”
    Before she could respond, he kicked the door shut and pressed her up against the wall. She met his gaze a split second before his mouth crashed over hers. Instant need rose in her.
    He pinned her with his body and when she tried to move her arms around his neck, he gripped them in one gloved hand and nailed them to the wall over her head. Tremors of excitement ripped through her.
    She tore her mouth away, panting, her panties growing moister by the second. “Mason.”
    “Eva.” The way he grated her name out made her stomach flip. Heat pooled in her core.
    “Take off my coat.”
    He stared into her eyes for one eternal heartbeat. Then, keeping her firmly secured to the wall, he one-handedly unbuttoned her coat. Sliding a hand inside, he found her breast. Electric heat shot through her. Her synapses snapped at the silken glide of the leather over her blouse. Fuck, she wanted it over her flesh.
    Whimpering, she arched her back off the wall, bringing her breast fully into his palm.
    “Have you been thinking about me?”
    “Yes,” she said breathlessly. He smelled divine—fresh soap but with an underlying hint of leather and musk. She drew a deep, shuddering breath as he peeled away her jacket.
    He dropped his face to the hint of skin peeking from the V of her blouse. “You wore the red blouse. God, Eva. I’ve gotta have you.”
    Picking her up beneath the thighs, he turned with her for the main part of the house and the bedroom. His cock was hard steel against her sex. Through the cotton of her pants, its heat scorched her.
    He stopped in the hall to capture her lips. With her hands free, she was able to sink her fingers into his hair and tug him closer. He nipped her tongue with his teeth lightly—just enough to send her spiraling out of control.
    Small noises issued from her. She worked at her shirt buttons then his, popping them quickly as he plundered her mouth. For days she’d been thinking about just this—walking in the door for work and him meeting her.
    He scraped his rough jaw over her throat, pressing hot kisses to her neck and along her collarbones. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you yesterday. It was one of those days when the business consumes a person. Over the weekend I couldn’t reach you by phone. I was worried.”
    “My phone is off,” she said before she could check her words. He flicked his tongue over the swell of her breast and she gasped. Clutching his head to her, she battled the emotion that welled in her from knowing he’d tried to reach her.
    Her mind said he was simply being nice but her heart said something more. He reached into the lace cup of her bra and located her straining nipple with his leather gloves. White heat flowered in her belly and she writhed against him, eager for the bite of his teeth.
    He looked up at her, passion emblazoned on his rugged features, his eyes glittering. “Tell me you want me to take you to